Some people don't need ears to be heard, they are satisfied with looks and half-smiles, she was one of them. She would smile sitting on the street, with 0°C and an ugly coat, sitting with cigarette butts and conversations halfway through, she asked for nothing else, she asked for company, sitting in filth she imagined she was by the lake, in an elegant dress, comfortable in the warmth of love and a person by her side, she, needed nothing else
